Maddox kept stroking, swallowing, stroking, swallowing, just stroking as D closed his eyes and felt the gentle pulls of Mad’s wet, hot mouth and tight lips before Maddox slid him out, lifted up to his knees in front of D and grabbed a fistful of his hair at the back of his head.
“I sleep with your cum inside. You sleep with my cum inside,” he abraded his order.
“You got it, bro,” D said quietly, and Maddox let him go instantly, moving away.
Since Mad didn’t plug him, this meant they’d have to change the sheets before Molly came home. Two men in her life, her being their submissive, all of them with libidos that were so far off the fucking chain, the chain was a distant memory, she was a dab hand at cleaning up cum.
Still, not cool to make her sleep in sheets or have to change ones that she hadn’t had a hand in making dirty.
Diesel settled on his back, pulling the covers up to his waist, feeling Maddox settle in too, before he realized he’d have a wet spot that would be annoying and it’d drive him Maddox’s way, so he turned to his side toward his man, then to his stomach, and saw in the shadows Maddox lying on his back.
“What was that?” he asked low.
“Told you to sleep lubed.”
“Man, you fuck like a jackhammer but—”
“You didn’t like it, why were you hard as a rock when I took you down my throat?”
D decided not to respond.
“You pissed I didn’t take you there when I was inside you?” Maddox asked.
“I’m not pissed. You know I roll with you when you’re in the mood. It’s just—”
“What?”
“It’s just that—”
“What?”
“I’d tell you what if you fucking let me finish talking.”
Maddox didn’t speak.
Diesel didn’t either.
“Bro, you wanna finish, finish,” Maddox clipped.
He wanted this?
“I’m not just a fuckin’ hole you can drill into,” he bit out.
“Yeah you are.”
D came up on his forearms feeling a fire light in his chest.
“Say that again,” he demanded, his deep voice nearly as rough as Mad’s normal speaking tone.
Maddox rolled his way and got up on his forearm too. “D, I fucked your ass to get off then I sucked your cock to get you off. It’s not something we haven’t done a hundred times before. You aren’t sitting there, hard and needing to jack your own junk to shoot your load. So what the fuck are you complaining about?”
“How about next time you just drill that hole that’s yours to shoot into and I’ll take care of myself.”
“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid.”
Diesel thought back from then to the minute he walked in the door and tossed his keys in that damned bowl.
“You’re on another planet,” he said.
“For fuck’s sake,” Mad hissed. “We both just came hard. Why are we fucking fighting?”
“I don’t know, Maddox. Maybe because you just used me like a whore then seemed to remember who the fuck I was and gave me a guilt blowjob to cover shit up but it doesn’t hide the fact your mind is somewhere else. And I’ve known you a long time, bud. You go somewhere else when you get pissed and don’t use your fuckin’ words to hash it out. And wherever you were, you were already there when you slammed me against the wall and pulled out my cock earlier. But don’t use my ass to work out your issues, D. Use your mouth and I’m not talking about giving another blowjob or deigning to grant me the boon of tonguing my hole.”
“So giving me your cum and taking mine earlier was just me working out some issue, yeah?”
“I don’t know,” D shot back. “You tell me.”
“I don’t have a goddamn issue.”
“Fuck, this is going nowhere,” Diesel muttered, falling off his forearms, turning his head away and shifting his upper body so Maddox had his back.
“Yeah, brother, turn your back on me. That’s it.”
He looked over his shoulder at Maddox’s shadow still up on a forearm. “We gonna talk whatever shit you’re chewing on out?”
“I’m not chewing on any shit, D.”
D let turning back away from him and punching his pillow be his response.
After a while, he felt Maddox settle in and Diesel stared angrily into the dark wondering how the fuck he was going to get back to sleep.
After another while, Maddox stated, “For the record, I’m pissed now you took my mouth at your ass and twisted it to shit. I know how much you like it and now what I thought was pretty fucking hot is not that. It’s twisted to shit.”
“Don’t make this about me.”
A shorter while but he took it before he sighed, “It’s always about you, D.”
Had he lost his mind?
The man just nearly fucked him into the goddamn wall without a word, without a meaningful touch, without anything but holding him steady to take a fucking.
Fuck, if it wouldn’t make him look like an eleven year old throwing a tantrum, he’d get up, clean the motherfucker’s cum from his ass and sleep in the guest room.
Instead he closed his eyes and remembered what Molly told him about how people didn’t breathe deeply enough. How she said it was relaxing. Why all those people who did yoga because they were actually into yoga, not because they used it to get great asses and wear clothes that made men notice they had great asses, were all chilled out.
So he focused on breathing deep.
That shit was actually working and he was about to fall asleep when Maddox said quietly, “It sucks ’cause it’s not cool but it’s true that I was glad Mol was gonna be outta the house for a while because I wanted to connect with you. Feels like we got disconnected somehow and I was trying to reconnect.”
Diesel took in another deep breath and blew it out, saying, “Well, bro, fucking works great but not sure Mol would appreciate a man-size hole in her wall ’cause one of her men fucked her other man through it.”
“Did I hurt you?”
He sounded freaked.
D turned back to him.
“No, my man,” he said quietly. “You know I can take it. You also know I like it like that. But even if that’s as connected as we can get, it didn’t feel like connecting.”
“Do you feel it?” Maddox asked.
D knew what he meant.
“Yeah,” Diesel admitted.
“We gotta work on that, D.”
“Yeah,” D agreed.
He heard Maddox let out a deep breath.
Then Mad did it.
Like he could do it. Not often. But Maddox could do it. Do it like Diesel loved it. Like D very, very rarely gave it back.
Gentle, he whispered, “Go to sleep, baby. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
“Just to say,” D started to joke, “the jackhammer on steroids gig far from sucked and the blowjob was your usual stupendous.”
There was a smile in his rough voice when he replied, “Good to know. Now go to sleep.”
“Rest good, Mad,” he muttered.
“You too, D.”
And with a Molly-sized space in between them, it took a while, but both men fell asleep.
Remember?
Maddox
THE NEXT MORNING, Maddox stood at the kitchen sink wearing his old, lost-cause pajama bottoms with a coffee mug held up in his hand, his eyes aimed out the back window.
The long, narrow stretch of grass out there was so green it looked like it should be in Ireland, not Phoenix. And the old cinderblock fence around their yard had been built onto so it was as high as city code would allow and stuccoed a warm beige.